Essence

The Root


The lively garden of  calculations & emotions.
Root is buried deep & of crimson hue.
Green & erect are shoots few.
Leaves taste same as root.
Scent emitted by bark is also borrowed.
Lightening & axes strike at the trunks only.
Grace & rain touch the roots always.  
Days and nights are missing for the buried.
Effort of root is seen outside.
Hiding tree inside, the seeds are there.
Willing to scatter to find new lands.
Encapsulated life again & again opens.
Very difficult it is to remove trunk & shoots.
Only root in seed may get grafted with  The Root.




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